Can’t Write
Song Yi could see that Ding Yao was wearing Song Xiuyan’s clothes. He also recognized that this set of clothes was the one that his big brother treasured the most. It was a birthday gift from his grandfather to his big brother. He even gave such an important set of clothes to Ding Yao. It could be seen that Ding Yao held a high position in his big brother’s heart.
Ding Yao looked around. The room was very clean and had all the necessary furnishings. There were closets, desks, chairs, and mirrors. This meant that their family must have had a good life in the past. Song Yi’s condition was worse than Ding Yao had imagined. His face was sallow and emaciated, and there was almost no flesh on his face. Ding Yao’s heart clenched. Doctors were kind-hearted, and she hated to see patients suffer the most. She could only hope that Song Yi’s leg could still be saved.
With that thought, Ding Yao walked over to Song Yi and pointed at his leg. Song Yi didn’t have the ability to read lips, but he still had a basic guess. He looked at Ding Yao and asked uncertainly, “Do you want to see my leg?”
Ding Yao nodded. She needed to see Song Yi’s leg so that she could confirm whether it was treatable.
Song Yi hesitated for a moment and then silently pulled up his pants leg, revealing his shriveled leg that looked like dried wood. He only hoped that he wouldn’t scare Ding Yao.
Ding Yao glanced at Song Yi’s legs, then took out a silver needle. Song Yi looked at her movements and didn’t stop her. Since his sister-in-law wanted to give him a needle, then so be it. He couldn’t feel the pain anyway. Last month, Song Xiuyan invited an old doctor from the town. The old doctor also took a silver needle to give him a leg acupuncture, but his left leg was completely numb. The silver needle pierced more than a dozen acupoints, but he didn’t feel any pain. Later, he heard the conversation between the old doctor and his eldest brother. They said that his leg could only be like this, and there was no need to waste money.
Although the old doctor had already made a conclusion about Song Yi’s leg, Song Yi knew that his eldest brother and second brother didn’t give up. They continued to save money to hire a better doctor for him.
Ding Yao looked at the scar on Song Yi’s knee and understood the reason Song Yi couldn’t stand up. Although the injured kneecap had grown back, there was a problem with the nerves inside. Ding Yao didn’t explain to Song Yi that she couldn’t speak. Song Yi might not be able to understand the gestures, so she decided to just do it.
Song Yi thought Ding Yao was going to give him a needle, but Ding Yao suddenly withdrew the silver needle and kept pressing on his calf with both hands, as if she was giving him a massage.
Ding Yao started pressing on Song Yi’s ankle with both hands. As she pressed, she observed Song Yi’s reaction to see if he felt any pain. During this process, Song Yi was like a wooden statue without any expression. However, when Ding Yao pressed on a certain acupoint on his calf, she suddenly increased her strength. Song Yi couldn’t help but exclaim, “It hurts!” Song Yi realized that he was really in pain and shouted excitedly, “I can feel it! I can feel my left leg!”
Hearing Song Yi’s shout, everyone who was busy in the courtyard rushed into the room.
“Really?”
“Really?”
Song Yi couldn’t help but shed tears of excitement. “It’s true, Xiuyan. I can really feel my leg. I can feel the pain!” The old doctor had said that as long as his leg below the knee felt the slightest bit of pain, there was hope to cure it! The pain he felt just now was so intense... so there was still hope for his legs, right?!
Song Yi looked at Ding Yao eagerly. He saw with his own eyes that Ding Yao could feel his legs with just a few pinches. Silver needles weren’t even used!
Song Xiuyan was the first to calm down. He looked at Ding Yao and asked, “Can you cure Song Yi’s legs?”
Ding Yao nodded. Her eyes were full of confidence. Then, she pointed two fingers. Song Xiuyan understood what she meant. “Song Yi can stand up in two months?”
Ding Yao nodded again.
Although Song Yi didn’t believe Ding Yao’s words 100%, Ding Yao’s treatment was effective. He had to let Ding Yao give it a try. He wouldn’t let go of any possibility of making Song Yi stand up. “Just tell me how to treat you. No matter how difficult it is, I will do as you ask.”
Ding Yao smiled and answered with her lips, “It’s not difficult. As long as you massage, do acupuncture, and apply medicine every day, you will be fine. Go to the pharmacy and get the medicine tomorrow.”
Song Xiuyan nodded and brought Ding Yao to the study next door. “Write down what medicinal ingredients you need.”
The words in Ding Yao’s world were quite different from the words in this world. She didn’t want to expose the difference between her and the others, so she could only look at Song Xiuyan with a sad look. She used her lips to say, “Although I know some words, I can’t write many of them.”